For the past few days I haven't exactly been going out.

At least, not like going out and hanging around talking crap in shopping malls. Instead, I've been more or less rotting at home in the comfort of my chair in front of the computer.

But yesterday I got my butt off it and decided to go to my dad's office. Yes, to work because I'm broke. Tsk, those who know the details about my working there don't you dare leak it out. I'll so murder you.

And in my dad's office, I was confined to a room to do some easy stuff. Maybe I wasn't exactly confined, since my dad did allow me to walk around once in a while. But still, I was cooped up there for almost the entire day. And boy was it cold. I seriously have no idea what the temperature in there is, but after some time I thought I'd turn into a big block of ice or something.

I think I can conclude that when I get too cold, it will happen.
When I finally couldn't stand it anymore, or at least, when my body couldn't take it any longer, some rash or whatever it was began to appear on my arms. And my hands. Yes, that's the stupid thing that happens to me.

I can remember it never did happen to me in the past, so who knows what happened to trigger this irritating syndrome. Or er, whatever it is anyway.

My dad came in and I told him it was cold and about my arms and hands. Then he saw and he went, "Aiyoooo.." And told me to take a walk outside or something.

I think I looked like a fool walking around aimlessly in Suntec. I left my bag in the room, so I was just walking and it felt quite empty and weird without my bag. I traced the route to the bus stop just to make sure I knew how to get there. LOL. Then I went back, because the walking didn't exactly help me get warmer.

I stayed in the toilet, because I figured that was just about the only place without freezing airconditioning inside. And in there I just stood like some drug addict crazy person trying to warm my hands. -_-

But after I went back in I was given a cup of hot milo. YAY! :D

I'm scared to go there now. I even had a jacket on throughout the entire time I was there, but still I got uber cold.

So I'm just rotting at home now as usual. I think I should start on my work. Yes, in case you want to ask, "OMFGGG. YOU HAVEN'T STARTED?!"
Yes I haven't fcking started.
So please don't remind me about homework and school, TYVM.

Yixi wants to sleep at home, so she doesn't want to come over. YingYing's ahma is at home. Jade doesn't know.
Aye, looks like it's going to be another rotten, wasted day.

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Since I was bored, I decided to go blog-hopping. I visited Jo and Su's blog and realised I haven't visited Greenfield in ages. I kinda miss the old times there. Aye, I remember I always went to the park at 5 or 6 everyday. Right before school and everything else set in, right before we moved here.

And over here, I don't even know my neighbours. The only people I know who live around here are those kiddy people - my sister's friends she met in the park before it had construction work going on. Oh, also besides TL, SK and Wentien, who often comes over to play with my brother.

Erk, it's a lonely, lonely place.

I guess it's a fact that the house at Greenfield isn't as big as this one, but it had certainly been loads more fun than over here. I always had something to do at home. I remember knocking into the big mirror sometimes when I wanted to go into the kitchen. And sometimes I would sit on the exercise thingy in the storeroom and look all around at all the games and stuff piled up high. Then it got stuffy in there and I would go out. Or maybe sometimes I found something in there to play with.

And I was constantly trying to climb over and play around with the "barrier" between the living room and the table we studied at. It's still the same old table.

Once I even dreamt that I tried to act like some person who could fly, and jumped down from the staircase. I didn't get hurt. When I woke up, I looked down from the staircase and got scared. I always wanted to try jumping from there.

Then upstairs in my room, I slept in a room together with my father and brother. At times I couldn't sleep at night, because both my brother and father would be making their own respective noises, be it coughing or snoring. =X
There was something in between my bed and my dad's. Sometimes when I was bored, I would climb up and sit there. Sometimes I tried to play it as a slide. Aye, I really liked that thing a lot. I remember it's blue and pink.

The house at Greenfield; I can still remember how it looks like, before they made changes to it. And I still remember I used to shout at Jo sometimes, who would be in the park, and me, at the balcony. And sometimes when I got my feet or something dirty, I could run back home to the garden tap and wash it off.
Then at the park itself, we would have our own games to play. Ice and water, catching, blind man, etc.

I think those were the really fun days, right before the computer came, right before we moved here. Then, everything changed.

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Aye, I think I sound emo.
But those were the genuinely fun days.